Rumour Has It is for the sharp tongued among us, and the people who claim to deplore gossip, but secretly read it all the same. Ruffled Feathers are for those who need help and advice.
Confessions are something entirely different. Got something you want off your chest? Need to scream it from the Astronomy Tower but can’t? The Owl Post is here to be your metaphorical Astronomy Tower
Confessions, rumours or Questions can be given to our friendly messenger owl that loiters outside The Great Hall, he takes any messages to The Owl Post, just have a few owl nuts handy!
I don’t want to make myself look ugly anymore.
I know what you did to me over the summer, and your crimes will not go unpunished anymore. Meet me in the Library this Saturday night an hour before curfew, if you can bear to face me.
I only go to Magic Theory for the tea. I’m absolutely dreadful at that class.
I really wish some people would remember why Fox did what he did and stop acting like we’re gonna be attacked in the halls at a moments notice.
I’ve been singing in the commons at 6am. I’m waiting to see how long it takes my housemates to realize its me.
My cat keeps rubbing all over one of my fellow 6th years pillows. If she ever questions the cat fur I will probably blame someone else’s kitty.
My puff seems to like my housemate. I’ve been letting him sleep on the other person’s face at night
I’m the one who got paint one the wall last year trying to hit someone with paintballs. I will get them yet!
My last name is the same as another persons. But I’m not relayed I swear. Or directly anyway.
I’m going to make a stash of pepper up potions. I fell asleep in every class. [Editor’s Note: I feel like that’s the wrong potion if you’re falling asleep mate.]
I keep trying to talk to my mum, but she won’t respond to me. I feel even more alone now than I did last year.
All my training will go out the window if I find out who did this to you.
I’m ready to toss those stupid blocks and chalk and quills out the window. How are we supposed to take decent notes in class while we are holding something stupid up with our wands anyways?